My mother died of metastatic colorectal cancer shortly before three P.M. on Christmas Day of 2008. I don't know the exact time of her death because none of us thought to look at a clock for a while after she stopped breathing.
I'm the one who's dating the craft-service guy instead of the producer. Plus if a producer is going to date a hot young thing I'm probably not the first person on their list - the weird quirky funny girl.
